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More Vandalia Rodworks Press

Brad Rice from WCHS TV (Charleston/Huntington ABC Affiliate) came out to the shop and did a nice story on my company Vandalia Rodworks. The prefaced the story with an encouragement for local fly fishing enthusiasts to “look no further than the Kanawha Valley for the perfect Christmas gift”. Geez, as if my two year backlog of orders wasn’t bad enough! Now I’m really covered up. I suppose I should probably raise my prices again soon, but even then the cost/benefit is not incredibly profitable. I enjoy making rods, but sure wish I could engage this type of great marketing with a business that turned a much nicer profit.

Link – Travelling West Virginia: Vandalia Rodworks

I’ve recently made an update to the forums on my start up website Hopefully that will cut down on some of the spammers. Encourage anyone you know who might be interested in any of the topics there to join up and join in.


Red Gold

Sorry it has been so long since my last post(s). I’ll try to pick it up a bit this winter.

Update on the video progress: I’ve started tearing apart some of my footage and I still want more raw footage. The edge just isn’t there yet. I met with Dr. Todd Petty and got an hour’s worth of footage of him telling all sorts of great novelties and anecdotes about brookies, but I need more. More More MORE.

Till then, have a look at a fantastic conservation video done by a much more apt production company than my own. I’d like to get a copy of this sometime to see, but if anyone has a copy already and wouldn’t mind me crashing your couch to watch it, I’ll bring beverages.

does that make me famous?

I gots me benches featured on Buster Wants To Fish.

Check It

That and five bucks will get a cup of coffee at Starbucks…should they ever build a reasonably accessible one within an hour of the biggest city in West Virginia. But that’s another story.

Back in the Saddle

I did some tweaking last night with my video editing software and it appears that I may be back in the video making business again. Shoo-wee, it has been a while since I cranked out some videography. Just so you don’t think I’m making this up I went ahead and took a portion of the summer brookiebum trip’s footage and put it into a short video for your viewing pleasure. This one took about an hour’s worth of post production so it isn’t overly polished. Really just an experiment in seeing how much stress the virtual memory on my machine would take. It went well. Also, on a somewhat related note, I have a wireless mic that works now. The last two were junk. So I’m ready to roll on finishing up the last bits of a DVD that I’ve been talking about for two years.


Check it out. I’ve learned a new craft. I came into a motherload of matting material recently. Don’t ask don’t tell. So I bought a cheap, stress cheap, matting cutter. I boogered 4 mats before I finally started getting the hang of it. Still not frame shop quality, but it is free. Oh, and did I mention that I also got a small selection of framing material? So over the past week I’ve been matting and figuring out how to create a shadowbox for my Colorado Cuttslam certificate. I finished the matted part two days ago and tonight I made a frame. Everyone says making picture frames is really tricky, I didn’t have much trouble. Maybe I got lucky. Anyway, I still need to get the glass cut before I hang it up in my office, but here is the somewhat finished product. Check out the shadowbox of flies that were tied by A.K. Best.

Cuttslam Framed

Cuttslam Framed

A.K.s flies

A.K.'s flies

Colorado – Day 9

August 30, 2008

After the hike to the summit of Mt. Elbert we were both beat. Seriously beat. Chris asked me what I wanted to do and I said “anything as long as it doesn’t involve any more hiking”. So we spent the day being tourists. We drove back into RMNP and up Old Fall River Road to Trail Ridge Road and back. Then drove down the St. Vrain Canyon to Lyons, just knowing we either passed John Geirach’s house or maybe even his pickup parked alongside the stream somewhere. On the way in to RMNP we stopped in Lyons at Mike Clark’s South Creek LTD. It was a pilgramage for me. So many great bamboo rods and other accoutrements surrounded you in there. I could’ve spent forever there. I drew a lot of inspiration off the visit. We bought some Geirach and A.K. Best autographed books and a few of A.K.’s hand tied flies (awesome ties).

Photo Gallery – Day 9 – “Tourons”

The next day we did nothing more than fly home. It was nice to see deciduous trees, a happy family and a big comfy bed again.

Trip Prep: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

I’m seriously pumped and incredibly distracted. Today is Wednesday and on Friday, sometime around an unmentionable hour of the morning, an epic crusade will begin. I will roll out of Charleston metro towards Parkersburg for a rendezvous with my ecoangling wingman NA then on to our final ground destination of Akron, OH-10. From there, our journey will seek the friendly skies as we zip into Denver, Colorado. By early morning we will be in our rental car with NA’s next of kin (brother) heading towards Rocky Mountain trout water. You effin right.

This trip is about the natives. Chris (NA) and I are native freaks. We will be targeting the Greenback Cutthroat, the Rio Grande Cutthroat (may be listed as engangered species by the end of the month) and the Colorado River Cutthroat. We will also spend some time on brookies, river strain greyling, kokanee salmon and some of the big trout that will be trailing the kokes scavenging eggs.

Prep – The Good

I normally carry 6 to 10 fly boxes on my big vest. When brookie fishing I normally carry one box. Seeing that I am mostly targeting voracious feeding cutts, but with a smattering of other things, and not wanting to be out there without 13 different varieties of #14 hare’s ear nymphs (sarcasm) I made up a resonable consolidation. I switched vests for this trip to a Fishpond backpack/chestpack style vest for the convenience of having a nice backpack for all the hiking we’re going to do (also plan to summit the highest peak in Colorado, Mt. Elbert). So I’m taking only three fly boxes. Two of them will be in the backpack for specialization, but the main box for the front chestpack is as follows…

they dont stand a chance

they don't stand a chance

A – Feng Shui, The Sound of One Hand Clapping, #62 white chernobyl ants and my Chi with some room left over.

B – #16 Tan Elk Hair Caddis (EHC)

C – #14 Adams Wulff Parachutes

D – #18 Adams Wulff Parachutes

E,F – #8 Conehead Olive Woolly Buggers

G – #12 Tan EHC and CDC/Elk

H – #8 BH Squirrel Tail Nymphs and a couple of #8 Black Buggers

I – Assorted Big Honkin Stimulators

J – Assorted Big Honkin Hopper Patterns

K – #14 Hot Hayne AuSable Parachutes (HHAP)

L – #12 Tan EHC, Bleached Wing

M – #12 Olive EHC, Natural Wing

N – #14 Royal Trude

O – Assorted #14 stimulators

P – Assorted #16-#18 stimulators

Prep – The Bad

I can’t find my ipod fm tuner/charger or my polarized prescription sunglasses anywhere. Kind of pissed about that.

Prep – The Ugly

Leaving a day before my daughter’s 3rd birthday and not coming back for 9 days. I’m in some serious dog-housage over it. Yard passes will be hard to come by in September.

Extreme Geocaching

Yesterday wasn’t such a good day. I thought it would be though. I had work to do in Princeton so I printed off a few geocaches to log in between some travel time while working in the area. If you aren’t into geocaching it is a pretty cool game where you find hidden containers by GPS coordinates. For me, it is similar to why I love brook trout fishing, it is about the different places you get to see that you otherwise wouldn’t. I also like the personal competition of racking up numbers of caches found. A small sideshow of geocaching is to be the first to find (FTF). When someone places a new cache there is an all out free for all to be the FTF. Living in Charleston being a FTF is about like winning the powerball. Once the thing is published someone will find it within an hour or two. So I discovered a new cache near Bluewell and thought I’d be the first to get it. I visited it around 10:00 am and spent entirely too long climbing through poison ivy and slick stream boulders looking for the stupid thing before giving up, but this was just the first bad event.

Then I went for another nearby cache and couldn’t find it either. I finished up some more work in the area then went for the queen mother cache. In Pinnacle Rock State Park there is a huge rock by the road that thousands of people visit yearly. However, there is another big rock on top of the ridge that has no trails to it and you can’t see from the road. There is a cache on TOP of this big rock and I knew I could get some killer photographs from up there so I was full on gameface. (See the cache description by clicking here). I had on shorts and a pair of crocs. Not really best attire. Bushwacking up through some serious rattlesnake habitat I was already on edge. Then I discovered what seemed to be the route to get up to the top of the rock. A crack between the two Seneca-Rocks-esque monoliths that was approximately 60 yards long and at about a 40 degree angle. Smaller boulders filled the crack making travel pretty difficult. I shimmied up about 25 yards into the crack when suddenly, from about 10 yards in front of me I saw the face of a GIANT BOBCAT and it let out a HIISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! The adrenelin rush at that moment is undescribable. I yelled, turned and bounced down that crack faster than a shot deer. Actually, for the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to be the prey. I don’t think it followed me, at least for the first 100 yards I didn’t even bother looking over my shoulder. Running down the hill I took every cuss word I knew plus a few new ones and put them all together in one single word which I repeated over and over like a mantra, hoping the cuss word gods would fend off the impending death.

I felt like I’d made it over into West Germany when I got back to the car. Like I was Simon Kenton and had just fooled an entire party of Shawnee warriors by getting away.

I decided to just take the rest of the day off at that point and go fishing. I drove down to Calcutta, I mean Elkhorn, and fished for a couple of hours before I had to retreat home. Thinking the worst was behind me I proceeded to fish a nice tributary. About a mile up I was fishing through a high banked section when I came upon a culvert near the stream of about 24″ in diameter. I noticed some food related garbage at the base of the culvert but that is nothing out of the ordinary for this filthy stream. When I got within 10 feet of the culvert I heard something inside. Thinking it was a coon I walked to within 5 feet and peered inside. I thought I heard a growl, but couldn’t see anything. Then imagine the biggest, meanest sounding doberman mixed with rottweiler snarling bark and that was the next sound to eminate from the cylinder. I about crapped my pants. I ascended the high bank rather quickly and retreated to the car. I was through with mean animals. Through I tell you.

On the way home a filthy flatbed tractor trailer threw a rock into my windshield and put a giant crack in it, then my car about blew up and I had to drive the burm of the interstate the last mile to the exit near my home to limp to a garage.

I’m staying put today so nothing can bother me.

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didymo sucks dirty sphincters

Rock snot is spreading in WV and that sucks bad. It puts a hurtin on trout populations and that tees me off. Of course, it will be a great opportunity for the overzealous C&R missionaries to blame population downturn on fishing pressure. Rock snot is bad stuff. When I was fishing in Maryland a month ago I noticed that the state had installed wader wash stations along accesses. I’ve suggested this to the state TU council and not much has been said. I’ll probably bring it up again at the Fall meeting. Press releases from Mike Shingleton are not going to do much if anything. The vast majority of anglers won’t read ’em, let alone follow the guidelines. As for me, despite having bought a new pair of wading boots just last Fall I will be retiring the felt soles soon for a more rock snot unfriendly pair of boots. Looks like I’ll be picking up a pair of Patagucci sticky rubber boots from Craig at Serenity Now Outfitters. I am particularly culpable for this debate since I fish so many different waters throughout the state. Even if you don’t fish as big a range as I do, I would highly encourage you to either ditch the felt for a while or at a minimum follow the cleaning guidelines.

New Photo Galleries

I’m experimenting with some new flash software. It takes a lot longer to load than my other gallery xml formatting, but is sort of a neat effect software. I can do a bunch of neat things with it, but unfortunately I can’t get it to stop locking up my system when I add music to the slideshow. I think it will be a nice feature to add to the arsenal though. It does a lot of neat stuff.

Anyway, here are the galleries. The first one includes shots from my most recent brookie outing with Nathan (see report below).

The next one is some black and white shots of my kids and my nephews last weekend.

Let me know if you like the format or if it takes too long to load for you. I have the slowest available DSL and the first trial of the brookie slideshow took about 2 minutes and the one of the kids took about 30 seconds to load.